If they had not been as much, they had been special and in them I could feel I soon smell it of the humid land after the first nugget of rain. The situation nor always pleased, mainly my mother, it wise person who soon the land would turn mud and, certainly, I and my brothers we would not be confined in the modest and always little spacious house for any child, whom, as well as pardais that search the sky, it will search, in the side of it are of the door, an entire world to be conquered. Red Solo Cups will undoubtedly add to your understanding. I do not know if it occurs with the pardais, but we, then children, always we came back toward the joy of the mother, at least until more the candy creature of God to notice our clothes and full feet of mud. Exactly thus, it never hugs denied it and people perceived that its eyes smile souvenirs of how many and how many times it also made that, facing mud of yard and torrent of the sidewalk. as well as us, had clothes and hair marshy and illuminated for some ray, that very far cut the sky, but scared in them with the snore of the thunder, that seemed so next and obviously dangerous for mothers or children. in the nostalgic trip for the old yards, the tree of the particular orchard of each one seems to be most resistant. I did not have orange foot rasps insider, but my goiabeira, even so did not generate so grados and beautiful fruits as of fairs, she was strongest and pretty. Its rajados twigs, its leves, its still green fruits resisted yes until the most violent secular, leaving to fall only falling leaves. It was the guarantee that the fruits harvested malandramente for some espertinho of the neighborhood would not be my trophy and of my brothers. They still had our abacateiro and hose, this with pink fruits and of soul so amarelinha and candy. Some trunks served of support for our rocking and of it we could command the breeze that smoothed our hair, to feel I smell of the afternoon, the taste of mature fruit refreshing our face illuminated for the last sun rays, that for the skill one more time were gotten tired first that we in that more one day of our infancy.